From Boing Boing: 2005 Risks in Global Filmmaking Map is a likely first stop for the producers of TAR to start mapping out places to take people around the world and torture them for our amusement. I sat up until 3 friggin’ 30 last night watching the webcast from the Emmy awards that featured Dennis Miller, TAR producers, and former TAR racers in a panel discussion. It was mostly a stitch, but Bertram Van Munster really didn’t want to talk about that car accident in Botswana when the cameraman got hurt. Assume “out of court settlement,” I guess. And they’ll…
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Ah, Memorial Day memories from ginmar’s new neighborhood…she regrets no longer being able to fire warning shots at obnoxious people. Includes this observation: When I got back to my house, my day was copleted by finding that despite the parking spots on the street, somebody had seen fit to park in my spot next to my garage pad. Before I could call the cops, she arrived and I started to wonder: Is tackiness a sign of character flaws? I took one glance before her outfit burned my retinas, but I wondered if I was eyeing, say, the future of Scarlett…
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Seen at ***DDtB: BBC NEWS | Health | Blondes ‘to die out in 200 years’ Do I believe it? No. As a natural-born redhead myself, I’d be more interested in knowing if the gene responsible for redheadedness is “dying out.” The funny thing about recessive genes is that they lurk, and then spring out unexpectedly, pouncing on their helpless prey and making them the butt of jokes. So even though for centuries, non-redheads tried to kill us off or burn us as witches, we keep coming back. Like a bright, shiny copper penny. Not bad at all. 😉 So no,…
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I’ve added some more images from last week’s trip to my gallery and now that takes us up through the end of the festival weekend. The actual festive activities start with this photo; I took a bunch of pictures of the mostly-inactive revamped fountain before there were actually people at the site. This time I tried to take more images of people and interesting things rather than just pictures of static performances. Take a one man band, a bunch of guys in Utilikilts, some dancing girls, some singing groups, and an incredible array of fascinating characters and long-lost friends, and…
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One of the rare treats being a digital cable household in this area means we get BBC America, and thanks be to St. TiVo, I get to watch one of my favorite “Britcoms” when it occasionally shows up on the local PBS channel, The Vicar of Dibley. This show came out about 10 years ago, and following the British model, it aired 3 series (that’s “seasons” but with several years’ lapse between each) and several holiday specials. Recently, TiVo snagged the Christmas and New Years‘ specials – the Yule special before we left on vacation, and the New Years’ one…
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Yeah, I’m still milking that Episode III “worst line” joke. Deal. 😉 In my job as a corporate travel deranger, I often have to listen to airline hold music and “infotainment.” In years past (and in another lifetime and job entirely) I used to have to call international and domestic airlines a LOT more often, and I got to be something of a connoisseur of the stuff you have to listen to while waiting to talk to someone at an airline. I was reminded of this yesterday on my first day back at the office after vacation. Why? Because Southwest…
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Well, here are a few hints. First: And another one: And finally: And there are hundreds more where that came from, plus many pictures of rocks, flowers, trees, people, and emergency services personnel and vehicles. It was an exciting, exhilarating, exhausting trip, and we’re glad to be home. More to follow in the coming days. I’ll be uploading a few gig’s worth of photos and trying to remember whether it was 3 or 4 beers we had that night at McMenamin’s, when every sea-chantey singer and Morris dance musician not actually performing at Folk Life stopped by to play, sing,…
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Joey and a few other bloggers say The Worst Line in “Revenge of the Sith”… is NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I’m with the WBEZ announcer who broadcast to all and sundry on Saturday that the worse line is actually “Hold me… like you did by the lake on Naboo.” We might get to see the movie again this weekend in the company of friends. Heh.
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My husband David let me know that he’s had another interview request from an industry magazine (he’s got fairly high visibility in his admittedly specialized field) and so he’ll be seeing his name in print again sometime in the next few months. They’re interested in talking to him about his blog, which occasionally touches on his professional interests and on the computing community discussion lists and archives he hosts, moderates, and generally rides herd on. My hubby, the go-to guy: I’m so proud, even though the interviews end up in obscure technical magazines you’ve never heard of. His parents love…
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What can one say about a movie franchise that’s been a part of one’s life for, oh, nearly thirty years or so? Well, not much. My husband David and I went to see Revenge of the Sith yesterday, as stated. Before the movie, we had a really nice, leisurely meal at Brass. After the movie, we came home. In between, we waited to see how Anakin would end up in the Darth Vader armor with the menacing breathing and codpiece and buttons on his chest and all. Once upon a time, in a locality far, far away, each installment of…